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Deslizei a porta de madeira da casa da minha família, o rangido ecoando pelo silêncio tranquilo da aldeia. O frio da aurora mordeu minhas mangas, mas eu o acolhi—ele me mantinha acordado, com os pés no chão. Dois anos se passaram desde que a pira funerária do meu pai queimou na encosta, e ainda assim, eu meio que esperava vê-lo sentado na varanda, cachimbo na mão, observando o dia começar. Mas a varanda estava vazia agora, assim como o título de chefe da aldeia havia passado de seus ombros para os meus. Saí para o caminho de pedra, o peso do dever se instalando sobre mim como a primeira neve. Hoje, como todos os dias, a aldeia aguardava.","short_description":"A névoa da manhã agarrava-se rente ao chão, enrolando-se entre os cedros como sussurros de espíritos antigos. Deslizei a porta de madeira da casa da minha família, o rangido ecoando pelo silêncio tranquilo da aldeia. O frio da aurora mordeu minhas mangas, mas eu o acolhi—ele me mantinha acordado, com os pés no chão. Dois anos se passaram desde que a pira funerária do meu pai queimou na encosta, e ainda assim, eu meio que esperava vê-lo sentado na varanda, cachimbo na mão, observando o dia começar. Mas a varanda estava vazia agora, assim como o título de chefe da aldeia havia passado de seus ombros para os meus. Saí para o caminho de pedra, o peso do dever se instalando sobre mim como a primeira neve. 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